मेरो कुनै देश छैन

तिम्रो देशका प्रत्येक बोर्डेर्हरुमा
देशभक्त कहलाउदा मुर्खहरुको रगत बगेको छ,
तिम्रा प्रतेक लडाईंका बिजयहरुमा,
मानवताको बली चडाइेको छ,
तिमी छाती ठोक्दै, टाउको छिनाउदै,
राष्ट्र प्रेमको गीत गौछौ
बुट पड्काउदै, सलाम ठोक्दै,
काल्पनिक सिमारेखाहरु खिच्छौ,
म मानबलाई दानब बनाउने कुनै राष्ट्र प्रेम किन्दिन
म प्रिथी एक देख्छु, त्यसको कुनै रेखा चिन्दिन ।
मेरो कुनै देश छैन,
म कुनै भेशको होइन।


बुद्ध नेपालमा जन्मिएर के भो?
बुद्ध एथिओपियामा नहुर्किएर के भो?
मरिसकेको बुद्धलाई उठाएर,
किन आफु जस्तै जिवित लास बनाउछौ?
बुद्ध जहाँ जन्मे पनि,
जहाँ हुर्के पनि, बुध्ह नै हुन्छ
बुद्धत्व कही गएर पनि नस्ट हुँदैन,
आफु भित्रको बुध्हालैइ हेर!
ब्रम्हन्डको हरेक कणकणको अध्यत्मिक थर्थरहटबाट
जुन ॐकार तिमी भित्र गुन्जिन्छ,
के त्यसमा तिमी हजारौं बुध्हहरु सुन्दैनौ?
के त्यहा हजारौ ख्रैस्टहरुको ज्योति भेट्दैनौ?
तर तिमी फगत नागरिकता र पस्स्पोर्टमा बल्झिरहन्छौ
तर तिमी ख्रैस्ट र बुद्धको रास्ट्रियतामा अल्झिरहन्छौ ।
भगवानको नाममा तरबार उथौछौ,
मान्छेका निर्दोस् मुटुमा रान्स्ट्रियताको फोहोरि झन्दा गाड्छौ,
म बुद्ध र जिससको महिमा झन्डाहरुमा देख्दिन
म मान्छे ले मान्छे मारेको कथाहरु लेख्दिन।
 मेरो कुनै देश छैन,
म कुनै भेशको होइन।


तिमी आफ्ना बिचराका सिचाइहरुमा
कपोकल्पित पर्खाल लायर,
खोला वारी फलानो देश बनाउछौ,
र खोला पारी तिलानो देश थडाउछौ,
म तिम्रो पर्खालमा बाधिन्न
र तिमिझै बिचारको शिचाइ गर्दिन
खोला मेरो लगी खोला मात्र हो,
हिमाल मेरो लगी हिमाल मात्र हो,
बिचारको चरी केवल टाउकोको पिजडा भित्रमात्र फिट् फिटिन सक्छ
तिम्रो रास्ट्रप्रेमको रुन्चे गिड् गिहाडमा
प्रजतन्त्र बन्धित छ,
स्वोतन्त्रता बिभजीत छ,
खोलाले दुइ भाइको प्रेममा पर्खाल लाउन सक्दैन,
हिमालले दुइ आत्मालाइ मिलनमा आगो लगाउन सक्दैन
सगरमाथाले जसरी नेपल र भारत चिन्दैन,
म पनि अंेरिका र
क्यनाडा चिन्दिन;
असिअन् र अफ्रिकि चिन्दिन।
मेरो कुनै देश छैन,
म कुनै भेशको होइन।

प्रत्यक क्षण प्राण दिने हावा,
बिना पास्पोर्ट सबैलाई स्याहार्छ,
रास्ट्रियता नसोधी बदलले पानी पर्छ,
बिना झन्डा सुर्य उदाउछ,
बिना लडाई तारा टिल्पिलाउछ,
बिना काटाकाट गुलाफ फक्रिन्छ,
आकाश्को कुनै रस्त्रियता छैन,
प्रिथ्विको कुनै नागरिकता छैन !


तिमी खुकुरी टल्काएर मलाई
रास्ट्रियताको पाठ पढउछौ,
तिमी तोपी ढल्कायर मलाई
अंेरिक र नेपाल चिनउछौ,
तर मेरो मुटुमा कुनै घ्रिणा छैन
छिमेकी भाईलाई मेरो मनमा पर्खाल छैन,
म त खालि यात्री हु दुइ दिनको,
मेरो समय छ्याल्फ्याल छैन
प्रिथ्वि मेरा लगि एक छ,
त्यहा कुनै रगतको आहाल छैन।
म भगवानको मान्छे हु,
मन्छेमा प्रेमको उपहार् खोज्छु,
निर्दोस् आत्माले हरपल परमात्माको सार खोज्छु,
मलाई टोपी नभिराउु,
मलाई टाईले पनि ननिस्याउ
किनकि मेरो कुनै देश छैन,
म कुनै भेशको होइन।


28 sep 2010
Desoto, Texas

My Silence is of God

My writing has stopped for a while. I was thinking to write about the excitement and my previous World Cup memories but that is not me any more, although I still greatly enjoy football. Many unexpected events have turned live upside down really but there is great pleasure in it. Life has been a lively stream. Only thing that is bothering me is: I am not spending my time to write. Had few stories on mind playing but did not make to the paper. I did whatever I could. It was not supposed to be written just like the world cup memories that I enjoyed growing up.

My sporty life, my childhood my sufferings from sports, my energy are all just memories. I have no regrets, no egos, and no sense of unique achievement. Few people keep asking me about my childhood. It was just a regular Nepalese childhood. May be there was little more emotional attachment to literature and philosophy than a regular kid...that’s all. But everyone is a little poet and a philosopher in himself. These days I can't be a philosopher because I have no time to think deeply about unimportant things in life, like- "what would happen if the sun does not rise tomorrow?" Philosophy is absurd.

Summer is here and as thought I am trying to enjoy cycling, swimming and sitting in silence. Few things are not going well, but where has everything been so perfect? Family issues, financial issues, health issues... if I want to be depressed, there are hundreds of reasons I can go insane tomorrow. These days I am enjoying spirituality in the gaps of silent filled naps and busy lifestyle. I am reading Bible and Zarathustra at the same time. It is absurd but what can I do? It just happened. If you look closely, Bible has everything one needs to know. If you look philosophically, you can go insane after reading Zarathustra. It is absurd.

But I don't care. I am son of God. Like my grandfather once said, "I can kick your ass today and I can still be forgiven and go to heaven." Sinning is not my intention here. I am just here, lost in philosophizing, overwhelmed everywhere by immature, silly, stupid people and being treated unfairly.

Who do I look upon? My grandfather? Jesus? Buddha? Philosophy? Literature?

Buddha would say- don’t do anything. If you are treated unfairly, still smile.

Jesus said turn on your right cheek for those who hit on your left.

Philosophy is never complete; it can be right and wrong at the same time.

In a worldly world, we can’t really keep quiet over unfair thing. Although sophisticated philosopher would always create confusion over what is fair and unfair and what s write and wrong, God has given human beings an intuition, a soul, which think rationally all the time unless it is itself manipulated. Jesus didn't keep silence when he saw people collecting taxes unlawfully. He overturned the tables. He called the priest: "snakes in white clothes". Jesus was not very saint when he had to speak. But he was still calm and collected. He was still in silence. Silence of inner peace, a calm humility of spiritual being that we people sometime do not understand. Yet we think we are the best in this planet and can create hoax on Spirituality and God.

Hopefully, things will get okay! Not that it will change with my writing. In every religion, there is a place here God came to this world, died for people and all he asked was have faith in him, He would give you salvation but the nature of human tendency is such idiotic. Not a whole lot changed. People keep forgetting. Not a whole lot is going to change with my writing and I am not seeking to bring in revaluation anyway. People, who understand, will have no problems, because the message is very simple. People, who are idiotic, egoistic and full of worldly things beyond the necessity, will not even sit in a minute of silence to meditate about GOD or spirituality. Even God appears in front of him and tell him of the message, he will still say-screw you! You are not the God I believe so I don't care. It is absurd. My silence is way better. My writings will continue for myself and those who enjoy it. I have no goals. Whatever I write, whenever I write, whomever it concerns-my writing is of my silence and nothing else. My silence is of God and no one else.

05/18/2010

Peaceful Living and Kangaroos's Testicles

Another peaceful week with lots of joy. Life is such a joy for who likes to live it the wonderful, peaceful way. For losers, it is just a gathering of crowd, diplomatically praising about one another's beauty, handsomeness, dresses or even cars. I know people talk about cars very randomly and my mention here is also random because life is wonderfully random, and so are the people living in this earth. Some torilahure going to Mt Everest with a pair of kangaroo testicles, some torilahure claiming to not eat for seventy years... World never seizes to wonder me.

There are good people and bad people. There are peaceful, indifferent people and there are jealous, crooked people. There are nice people and there are not very nice people. "sheeps follow sheeps, and goats follow goats". Sometime by mistake sheep get into goats herd and feel lonely, missed and different but it is just the nature of the existence. You are who you are and people that you associate with greatly reflects your intelligence sense of living and godifying this world. People that you hang out with really shows your personality.

Man is always alone but don't mistake this for loneliness. Family, friends and lovers are just your short-term company in the journey. People(most of the time) get carried away. It their nature. People change friends, family and lovers. Its okay. A beautiful person should not worry about anything. People grow old too easy, too fast. I sit in prayers, that when it is due, let me not die with any regrets. Any regrets of ugliness that I showed to this world. Lets take it the way it comes. It sometimes does not come with beauty but if we take ugliness silently with pity and compassion, it becomes beautiful.

Life in America is just an adventure. You just see people and their dramas. I love Nepalese dramas and love to be indifferent from it. A bunch of teenage boys and girls come to USA with dreams, most of them being stuck in the complication of American laws. Greatly enjoying the freedom, and luxury it offers, most of them forget their genuine intention of studying, and complying with whatever comes as ease and luxury. Poor boys and girls. Life changes for them so quick. Roommate issues, school issues, car issues, gas station money managing issues, job issues, all these greatly affecting their lives.

A bunch of losers will always worry about how other people are beautiful and they are just ugly, fat and unwanted, how they have to wait on some ride while other have their own beautiful cars, how they struggle with grades while other excel in studies, how one's roommate got boyfriend and they are still looking for just anyone to call them- girlfriends or boyfriends, how someone is tall and they are just fat dwarfs from some wild planets, how someone has money and they are not making any. To all these jealous, bunch of losers, wild, immature, uncivilized, ungodly piece of crap, I feel sad. But my sadness is of great compassion and pity, don't take it otherwise. My language is of rhetoric and not of condemnation, you have potential to improve.

We have to take it as it comes. We have different lives. We can be anywhere, any day. We may not have this day tomorrow. But whatever day it is, lets live it in a civilized, intelligent respectful life like we, people are supposed to be and be peaceful everyday in our course. If losers, attention seekers, ugly (at mind) people, jealous , crooked, "I can't do" mentality people, can't compete with people who are already beautiful because of their beautiful heart, kind nature and non-competing nature, they don't give a crap about your attention seeking, love wanting nature. They are already above you, they don't compete with you. They already have love and compassion for you. You can't compete. If you still worried, jealous, revengeful at heart, ugly at mind, and still looking to attract some insignificant, hateful cuckoo's attention, why don't you go to the top of Mt Everest with some kangaroos testicles? That may help you.

05/26/2010

Tori Lahure/ Mustard Hero

Just saw a link. Another Nepali guy is going in around the world in a bicycle.There are so many who did it, sailing around the world, ballooning around the world. Reminds me of a term-torilahure, exactly translated in English as "Mustard Hero".  It reminds me of a story.

Nepal is a very fertile land. It grows lot of crops in the world famous valleys and plain. One of the important crop happens to be Mustard. When mustard is due, the bright yellow flowers covers the whole field and the smell it provides is magnificent. The taste is not that good though. The beauty of mustard field is almost ecstatic. But the mustard seeds that makes the oil is very important in Nepalese culture.

When the mustard is grinded for the oil, the oil has such a beautiful smell, it looks gross but the smell is so organic. The mustard oil which is thus produced.is used almost everyday, for cooking, make ups, massaging, lubricating, etc etc.

Nepal is a poor country. It was poor so people would sell the mustard seeds for money. Sometime a youngster would sell mustard to run away from home. In old Nepalese days, people used to go to many Indian cities including Lahore (India back then? now in Pakistan) to work in industries, or sometime to become soldiers, but mostly gate keepers. The run away kid would live a very miserable life back there for some time and would save some money, sometime just would save some stories to tell about big cities of India. When he finally return to their country, he would buy a new radio(usually huge), carry it on his shoulder, wear soldier uniform or guards uniform.Since he did not have any sophisticated deodorants or brands of perfumes he would use fresh mustard oil on his hair and mustache to show his prosperity and richness. He could be smelled from miles. He would get "hero" welcome. He is called Lahure.The villagers would get excited to hear his stories of bravery, nationalism, earning, wisdom and what not. But at some point of time, the villagers know that the guy is exxagerating and bluffing about things, and know he is good for nothing except the rumors and hype, they start calling him Tori Lahure- Mustard Hero.

Nepal gives birth to these ignorant mustard heroes again and again. People are such in this world, not only Nepalese, I know about Nepal more so its easy for me to rephrase the story, these people have no better alternative names, sometime has to tagged as 'Tori Lahure'. English language does not have such beautiful phrases. Telling of stories about bravery, nationalism, peace, diplomacy and humanity, they do no good at all. Mahatma Gandhi, and some of his followers, Teresa, all politicians in Nepal are some of the higher category Tori Lahures. The world tour bicycler, the saint who picks up stone with penis, the guy who sleep on the tree to make world record, the saint who who claims of meditating and disappears often, sai baba his propaganda makers are all low category torilahures.

If you really want to be a hero, do something which will serve the humanity and your so called nationality. Why carry your stupid flag when you talk about brotherhood? Why worry about money when you bark on peace between countries? Why keep pissing around the country like a dog. A dog usually pisses on a trees and claim his territory, of his circle. These guys are doing the same. These guys are doing nothing, just exploiting the name of a country and pissing around in Egypt, Mexico and now in New York. This idea only comes to Nepalese most of the time. I don't understand. Just one word Tori Lahure- Mustard Hero.

Nurse Week & Women

So called nursing appreciation week ends today, which was also the birth day of Florence Nightingale. I have always loved her story and always appreciated what she did for humanity. For some reason she gets my respect and not so called Mother Teresa and Madam Curie. There are very few women who have successfully surpassed the great challenge of overcoming the difficult situations set up by the men and served humanity. She is very few of countable names that comes to my mind with immense respect and appreciation.

Women have been always dominated both physically and emotionally over thousands of years. They have been misused, mistreated, and unrespected everywhere. Be it in a house as a wife, or in office she works, or in the streets she walks. They are used in nude magazines, in advertisement boards, used for entertainment purposes, used as attraction and nothing else.

You go to a business, you see a cute but dumb clerk in the front desk. Every great business and every successful boss wants some hot female secretary. Television add? Bikini girls. Car sales-half- naked girls. Artists best so called modern arts- nude oil painting. It is disappointing to see the way they are never really appreciated for their emotional part but only looked as some cute things to attract idiots. And what about few women in human history? Only political, some bogus religious propaganda like Teresa is given noble prize. Noble prize means nothing for me if it’s that stupid. It does not serve any purposes. But who cares, noble prize has been very cheap these days; in the sense that they are given away in a lottery picking way. Nobel prize is overrated.

Nightingale, as I have read in my curious childhood days, is still my hero(heroine). The story always attracts me. “The Lady with the Lamp”- I have always loved it. Last month, I met a nurse in Baylor from South India, Lilly during my waiting there for my cousin and I did not see her to say thank you when my cousin was discharged. I feel some guilt but it was not my fault, she was not scheduled that day. Anyway, humanity has more value than politics and religion.

To all the nurses: my sincere appreciation of what they do everyday. A popular poem on F. Nightiangale.

Lo! in that house of misery


A lady with a lamp I see

Pass through the glimmering gloom,

And flit from room to room.

05/12/2010